You owe the world
nothing
but the
spite
its given
you.

If the system is made
for us
to be put against one another
we will rise
and come together
in the dirtiest, most scandalous,
cheatiest ways,

to beat it.

Morality will not hold us back,
but be our compass.

Because at times,
one must be rebellious
against your version of "right"
to do the actual right thing.

Cage us and we will fly,
break us and we will  not die.
Believe me,

they cannot outlive nor outrun us.

Remember the fallen,
and when it is overthrown,
make them martyrs of
the new generation.

Trap us as you want,
but you cannot bind
a bird's wings
and
expect
obedience.

You cannot trap us
and not expect

rebellion.

Am I the monster that bore the gun?
Or just the bullet
that came
out
of
it.

Naked cherubs
lie vulnerable
with kindness,
and like the fool,
you approach
unaware
he is a soldier.

He is ripping out handfuls of himself
out from his own skin.
Icarus, the feathers you wore,
and spent nights crafting,
you now pull apart
in fistfuls.
The very freedom you worked so hard to
attain,
is the very thing
you
now
destroy.

Majority times
I am happy to be angry
because it gives me
just enough confidence
to
speak.

The ambience of your presence is one I treasure.